Comedy

My other work, Laser Death, garnered some feedback that perhaps the title was too ‘spectacular’ for the actual content of the poem. It was then that I suggested I could top even that, and write a piece called ‘Laser Suicide’. This suggestion was met by popular demand, hence a body of work I am now calling ‘The Laser Suicides’.

Rushing out the door he swung down the banister grabbing the Wall Street Journal on the way out. Skimming through the paper, his eyes darting feverishly around the page, he sipped at his coffee. He liked routine, order, numbers, stocks, rules. Every morning was the…

With the first quest out of the way, the most money I received was from the enemies, and I was doing reserach and apparently enemies drop something called “crystals” which are in high demand. So, the best way to make money so far, is to…

Around the roads near the Bran Castle in Brasov, Romania, where the vampire Count Dracula once used to live, you will often hear villagers tell tale of a small puppy who goes along on his tricycle during very dark times, calling out into the night…

I have read way too many Douglas Adams in the last two days, and decided to write my own little parody type story based on how the earth came about. I understand it might, be a little out there, and it is obviously not a…

Sometimes, life just plain sucks. I mean, it sucks so bad that you just have to shoot something. Usually, however, that “something” isn’t yourself. And by “shooting” I mean with a BB Gun. And by “sucks” I mean “freaking hilarious”. For some odd reason, me…

Years and years ago, I was once in a band. Our name “Dead Unself.” No, not really, but that’s what I’m calling us for today’s story. We always jammed well into the evening working our hunger up. This usually caused us to head out to…

Â The daily routine was pretty simple: Wake up, layout, work, party. This one particular night was extremely interesting and it begins with a back-story I was working at â€œthe pink hotelâ€ which just so happened to be the most expensive hotel on the boardwalk….

A challenge was issued to compose a piece about Love. This is one of my entries. This is the love tag for all (my) entries. — It was not from merely the door of the hotel room that they had been thrown into in the…

I used to live on the bottom level of my father’s house. Â The house was your typical American house, and I was your typical teenager. Â I moved to the bottom level to be as far away as possible from family. Â I even chose a room…